Anna Oswego Brothel ❤️

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Eh, imagine me hoppin’ in there, carrot in hand. “Who’s got the goods, toots?” I’d say, dodgin’ some sleazy fella. Prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret – yuck! But then, “Every family has its secrets,” like Sarah says. Brothels too, doc – who’s cryin’ upstairs? Who’s laughin’ downstairs? Gets ya thinkin’.

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Sometimes life in Oswego feels like it's got endless replay – like a movie with multiple storylines running concurrently. I mean, there's always drama, always heart. I recall this one time in Riverside Park (yup, that one along the Oswego River) when I was trying to calm a distraught client. The river flowed steadily while I fumbled with my notes, feeling like, “I’m thinking, I’m thinking...” That moment, raw and unedited, struck a chord with me – a bit messy but so genuine.

Slideshow: Lake Oswego-West Linn Girls Track